Each night,I lie myself to sleep,delusions of grandeur deceiving the senses.I veil my insecurities behind words that please.Hypocrisy. Jealousy. Apathy. Reality hammers on these makeshift defenses guarding my weak psyche. Negativity begets negativity. No minstrel will sing when an unknown poet dies. Listen. Understand. Accept. A comfort zone is a fortress with a bad view. Look for new sensations. Give in to temptations. Buddha was not born in a castle. Why blame the universe? Why dump my mistakes on someone's front lawn? The world is overflowing with unclaimed trash. I will not add mine. I chased time and lost. Some days, we walk together. On most days, I follow.Cry when you want to. Don't stifle that sob. The ghosts of dead tears linger, and anger is born. It's because we don't scream that ourthoughts will kill us. Late nights at the cafe. Spilled ink, crumpled paper and half drunk coffee. I romanticise my life- a 3AM melancholy story reeking of booze and cigarettes.Only worthy poets suffer and starve in loneliness. I am worthy. I believe in liesmasquerading as self-love and confidence. We dance to the cry of. Wagner's Valkyries.Confessions are cathartic.Word by word, I spill truthon these blank pages andabsolve me from my sins.In the throes of deathly silence,I am the unknown poetredeeming his soul.

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